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The last few weeks had been overwhelming for Lucius, and he needed a break. Part of him wanted to leave London and visit Paris, even just for a few days. He knew it wasn't a good idea, as he already stayed in denial with the current situation way too long. His return to England was permanent, and it was time to accept it. It was time to go back to social life and meet people in a different place than his work office since most of his excuses worn off. Avoiding people wasn't his usual thing, as he was an outgoing person, but recently he didn't feel like attending events.
This Friday night wasn't as cold as the last week, and he finished all his paperwork, so Lucius decided to go downtown for a drink. A glass of firewhisky or two seemed like a good idea. He went to one of the pubs he always visited while being in London. All eyes were on him the moment he stepped through the door, but he ignored it as he gets used to people reacting like that in his presence. He sat at the bar and ordered a drink. He lit a cigarette, another bad habit he got during his stay in France. When the bartender put a glass with amber liquid in it, he got approached by a familiar face. When he saw him for the last time, Regulus was still a kid. "Are you sure you're old enough to be here?" he teased with a smirk and blew a cloud of smoke. "Long time, no see."